While summoning the Eternal Dragon, Trunks makes an accidental wish concerning his father. Now Vegeta is confronted with his own unkindness as, still fully cognizant, Chibi Vegeta learns firsthand what it's like to be treated like a baby. Discontinued.

A/N: Buu Saga never happened. Gohan is in high school. Trunks
is eight, Goten is seven, and, yes, Goku is still alive. I just can't find
it in my heart to kill him. And besides, it's more fun with him the picture.
*grins*

Disclaimer: How do you know I'm not really Akira Toriyama in disguise?
Maybe I DO own DBZ! Ha! Er... *sweats nervously as a pack of angry lawyers
begins to circle her like a flock of buzzards* Never mind! I'm not Akira
Toriyama, and I don't own DBZ. BACK OFF! AHHH!!! *runs away in terror as
the lawyers chase after her*

Chibi Vegeta(Prologue)

For a moment, the only thing Trunks could see was stars swirling in
front of his vision as his father's fist connected with his face with enough
power to send him tumbling across the gravity room and crashing into the
wall with a bone jarring impact. The eight year old demi-Saiyan slid limply
to the floor, watching helplessly as the short man with black-flame hair
stalked towards him wearing a look of pure disgust.

"Get up, boy," Vegeta growled unsympathetically. "Or are you too weak
to do even that?" Under the Saiyan Prince's mocking eyes, the lavender
haired boy struggled to pick himself up off the floor, his body weighed
down by the one hundred times Earth's gravity. But it was not to be. His
young limbs were too shaky and exhausted to support his weight and he collapsed
back to the cool tiles of the floor, a look of utmost shame on his face.
"Pathetic," Vegeta snarled, reaching down to pick his son up by the collar
of his shirt.

Vegeta stalked over to the exit, still carrying Trunks in one hand,
and slapped the release switch that both turned off the gravity and opened
the door. The spiky haired prince unceremoniously tossed the battered demi
through the door and folded his arms. "You are a disgrace to our people,
brat!" he barked, glowering down at the huddled chibi from where he stood.
"Get out of my sight, weakling, and do not return until you can at least
put up a decent fight!"

Turning on one heel, the arrogant Saiya-jin no Ouji allowed the door
to shut behind him with an angry hiss. Thus it was that he didn't see his
young son desperately trying to hold back the tears that formed in his
crystal blue eyes.

~*~

Trudging despondently through the halls of Capsule Corporation, Trunks
eventually found himself walking through the front door of the complex
and into the outside world. It just didn't seem to matter to his dad how
hard he trained or how strong he got. It was never good enough for
the Prince of the Saiyans! Never mind the fact that Trunks was only eight
years old and stronger than his dad or any other Saiyan had been at that
age!

"Trunks! Hey, Truuunks!" The childish voice of his best friend, Son
Goten, startled the moody chibi out of his reverie, his eyes immediately
going to the source of the greeting. Zipping in on a golden orange cloud
was a seven year old boy with a mass of spiky black hair that stuck out
in every direction, waving his arms enthusiastically to catch the older
boy's attention. Upon seeing his fellow half-Saiyan, Trunks immediately
perked up, waving back as the cloud flew close enough to drop the boy off.
"Thanks, Kinto'un! You can go now! I'll call you back when I need you again."
Patting the cloud with one hand before allowing it to speed off into the
blue sky, Goten turned to his friend with a huge grin plastered on his
face. "Trunks, guess what?!"

"What, Goten?" Trunks asked, knowing from his friend's demeanor that
it had to be something good. After the scene with his father, he could
use something to cheer him up right about now.

"I got the last dragonball!" the spiky haired chibi crowed, holding
up an orange ball the size of a baseball in one fist. "Now we can make
our wish, Trunks!"

A thrill of excitement ran through the eight year old's veins as he
snatched up the glittering orange sphere and performed a little dance
of joy. "This is great, Goten! You don't know how much I've been wanting
to go to our secret hideout the past couple of days. My dad's been really
pissed off ever since that sparring match with your father where he got
pounded into the ground." Remembering what Vegeta had said and done in
the gravity room, Trunks's shoulders sagged a bit. "He's been taking it
out on me every time he sees me, and especially when we train," he sighed,
rubbing a developing bruise on one of his arms. "It's even worse 'cause
we blew up our hideout by accident, and now I have nowhere to go when I
just want to be by myself."

"Gee, Trunks, I'm sorry," Goten sympathized, placing one hand on his
friend's shoulder. "But now we have the dragonballs, and we can wish the
hide out back!" he chirped with enthusiasm.

"Right!" Grinning from ear to ear, the lavender haired chibi pushed
his troubles aside for the moment and ran back inside the house with Goten
hot on his tail. "We just have to get the dragonballs we collected out
from under my bed, and then it's wish time! Mom's busy working on some
invention or other, and dad's still training in the gravity room, so they're
not gonna notice when we summon the Dragon. We just have to keep our ki
hidden so your dad can't find us when he realizes what we're doing, or
else he might stop us before we can make the wish."

Pulling a box out from under his bed, Trunks opened it up to reveal
six shining orbs, each with a different number of red stars floating inside
them. He tossed in the last ball and watched with awe as the seven magic
balls seemed to glow for a moment. "Okay, Goten, lets take the dragonballs
outside!"

It barely took a second as the two chibis raced outside with the box
of balls, dumping them into the soft green grass before arranging them
in what seemed to be a good pattern. Trunks glanced at his best friend,
who smiled at him encouragingly, and took a deep breath. "Arise, great
dragon, and grant our wishes!" he called out, a vague feeling of nervousness
fluttering around in his gut. After all, it wasn't every day that you called
on the powers of a wish-granting being who would actually grant those wishes!

The dragonballs glowed a bright white for a moment before a great, scaly
green dragon shot out of the center of them, reaching up for miles in a
suddenly black sky, then lowered its head to examine the two creatures
that had summoned it. Slithering its massive coils against each other,
the Eternal Dragon Shenlong rumbled, "YOU HAVE TWO WISHES, MORTALS.
SPEAK WISELY, FOR THEY SHALL COME TRUE."

"Shenlong, we wish that our hideout that we accidentally destroyed got
restored to the way it was before we blew it up!" Trunks bravely shouted
up at intimidating Dragon, refusing to act like a coward in front of his
friend.

The dragon's eyes glowed a bright shade of crimson before it spoke again.
"IT IS DONE. NAME YOUR SECOND WISH."

Opening his mouth, the eight year old paused and glanced at Goten in
confusion. "Goten, we never decided on a second wish," he said, raising
an eyebrow as though to ask if the other boy knew what to do.

"Gee, Trunks, what should we wish for?" Goten lifted a hand to scratch
the back of his head uncertainly, his eyebrows scrunched down in thought.

After a moment, Trunks bowed his head and kicked at a rock. "Well, sometimes
I think it would be nice if I were stronger. Then maybe dad would respect
me," he sighed dolefully. "It's not fair, Goten! He treats me like a baby!
It's like he doesn't even know what it's like to be a kid! I wish he knew
what it was like to be treated like a baby! Then maybe he wouldn't be so-"

"YOUR WISH HAS BEEN GRANTED. FARE WELL." With these parting words,
the Eternal dragon shone a brilliant white, then vanished as the seven
balls shot off in seven different directions. The sky returned to its normal
shade of blue, the birds chirped obliviously, squirrels romped playfully
in the grass, and two boys gaped in shock at the place where there had
once been a giant dragon.

"But," the older boy stammered, "I didn't make a wish."

"Yes, you did, Trunks," Goten corrected, blinking away his surprise.
"You said you wished your dad knew what it was like bein' treated like
a baby." Pausing to contemplate the implications of this wish, the black
haired boy brightened optimistically. "Hey, maybe the wish worked and now
Vegeta won't be so mean!"

"You... think so, Goten?" Trunks asked, a spark of hope dancing in his
eyes. If it was true, then he couldn't have made a better wish even if
he'd tried!

"Come on, let's go find out!" Grinning broadly, the younger demi-Saiyan
grabbed his friend's hand and darted off in the direction of the ki that
belonged to the proud Prince of the Saiyans.

~*~

With a final grunt of exertion, Vegeta discontinued his pushups and
calmly walked over to the gravity controls, wiping a hand across his sweaty
brow while turning the five hundred times Earth's gravity off. Stepping
out of the gravity room, he grabbed a towel and began to rub the perspiration
off his spandex-clad body, a satisfied smirk on his face as he thought
on the progress he had made today. Soon he would be able to beat that blasted,
no good, third class idiot and prove once and for all who the superior
fighter was, thus reclaiming his rightful place as the Prince of all
Saiyans.

A sudden wave of dizziness overcame the short prince, causing him to
drop the towel and hold his hands to his head. Staggering, he dropped to
his knees as the feeling only intensified, distorting his vision and senses.
Suddenly, everything seemed... bigger, and the spandex that hugged his
body released its grip, no longer clinging to him like a second skin but
instead seemed loose and overly large.

"What the hell?" he muttered his bewilderment, collapsing to the floor
as his body seemed to lose all its strength, no longer able to support
himself in an upright position. Laying there on the floor, he struggled
to lift his head and perhaps look around for some clue as to the source
of this sudden weakness. All he saw was blue, the same color of his spandex
body suit, only there was too much material laying bunched up on the floor
and on top of him. Where the hell did that come from? he wondered
to himself as he stared at the blue spandex, brow furrowed in thought.
And
how did it get on top of me without my noticing? Kicking the thing
off his body, he weakly crawled out the folds of cloth and onto the bare
tile, cursing the fact that even this simple act seemed to require more
effort than it should.

Momentarily winded by the physical exertion of freeing himself from
the mysterious cloth, Vegeta allowed himself to flop belly down on the
floor, grateful that neither his mate nor his son was there to see him
in such an undignified position, too weak even to get up off the floor.
A wave of exhaustion washed over him and he instinctively rolled onto his
side, curling up into a fetal position. He didn't understand why he was
so tired all of a sudden. While he had been pushing his body to
its limits and he would naturally be feeling some fatigue, it shouldn't
be anywhere close to what he was experiencing right now!

The unexpected feel of fur against bare skin drew his attention to the
fuzzy brown tail that had wrapped itself around one of his arms, and he
suddenly became aware of two things. One, somehow, he was no longer wearing
any clothing whatsoever. Two, he had a tail. When did my tail grow back?
he silently wondered, staring in utter fascination at the furry appendage
as he experimentally uncurled it and waved it in front of his face. On
impulse, he reached out with one of his hands to grab the thing, missing
by a few inches when the tail flicked away. Determination etched itself
on his features and he made another grab for the wayward appendage as it
once again waved into his reach. This time he caught it, and he brought
it close to his face so he could examine it more closely. For some reason
he couldn't explain, it was the most interesting thing in the world and
he couldn't help but watch in fascination as the fur parted between his
little fingers.

"He's in here, Goten! His ki is really low, but I can still feel him."
Vegeta could recognize his son's voice as it drifted to his ears from the
hallway. He didn't know whether he should panic or be grateful, since Trunks
would now see him lying on the floor like a weakling, but might also be
able to figure out what's wrong with him and help remedy the problem.

"What do you think's wrong with him, Trunks?" Cursing inwardly, the
prince suddenly realized that the cursed spawn of Kakarot was accompanying
his son and so would also witness his humiliation.

"I don't know, Goten," Trunks's disembodied voice replied. "His ki dropped
so suddenly, it's like he was in a fight. But there's no one here except
him!"

Dropping his tail, Vegeta obeyed the childish desire to run and hide,
releasing his tail so he could pull himself to his hands and knees. Crawling
seemed to be the only way he could move while under the influence of...
whatever it was that was making him so damn weak, so crawl he would. Anything
to avoid being seen by the little clone of Kakarot!

Unfortunately for him, it seemed that not only did his condition make
him too weak to stand, it also slowed him down to a literal baby's crawl,
so he had only managed to travel a few feet before his son and the boy's
friend burst into the ante-chamber of the gravity room. Sighing in defeat,
the Saiya-jin no Ouji stopped in his tracks and shoved himself in a sitting
position to meet whatever fate had in store for him with as much dignity
as he could muster. His brow furrowed in puzzlement when he looked up to
find the two chibis literally towering over him. How the hell did they
get so tall?!

As Goten and Trunks stared down at the naked baby sitting on the floor
not far from one of Vegeta's spandex suits, they gulped simultaneously
and traded nervous looks. "Uh... Trunks? I think you made a mistake..."

~*~

At this point, I don't know what I'm aiming to get out of this fic.
I don't know exactly how funny it will be, and I already know it won't
have much in the way of "action." Mostly what I intend to do is torment
Vegeta in a fluffy kind of humorous way (that's the best way I can figure
to word my intentions). Very little in the way of what I think of as plot,
though I doubt it will be completely plotless (I have no idea if
I can even WRITE something that's completely devoid of plot.) I guess that
I'm writing this fic mostly for my own amusement. Hope you enjoy reading
it anyway. ^_^